The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1887-07-14

flesh, something like the smell
which spreads about in our Gu
cugnan when Eloy, the blacksmith,
burns the hoof of an old donkey while
shoeing him. was stified in this stink
ing, burning atmosphere; heard a hor-
rible clamor-groanings, yellings and
cursings.
"'Welli art thou coming in, or art thou
not" said a horned demon to me as he
prodded me with his fork.
asp 1 am not coming I'm. I am a
friend of Godr
"sThou friend of Godl Thoul Scurvy
old rascal! What art thou doing here,
then?
"T come-ah! do not speak of it; can
hardly keep myself up-I come-from far
-humbly to ask you-if by any chance
you should have here-any One-any one
from Cucugnanr
"tAhi fire of God! thou art playing the
fool. AS if thou didst not know that all
Cucugnan is herel Stay, ugly old brute,
for them here, thy famous CucugnanardsI'
"And saw in the midst of a frightful
whirlwind of flame, tall Cog Galine-you
all knew him, my Galine,
who was so often drunk, and SO often
shook his fists at his poor Clarion.
saw Catirnet-that little hussy-with her
nose in the air, who slept all alone in the
barn. Do you remember it? But let us
pass on; have already said too much
about it. 1 saw Pascal Doigt-de-PoiX, who
manufactured his oil with the olives be-
longing to NJ. Julien. / saw Babel, the
cleaner, who, while cleaning, in order the
more quickly to make up her bundle,
helped herself from the sheaves. 1 saw
Master Crapasi, who SO cleverly oiled the
wheel of his wheelbarrow; and Dauphine,
who sold her well water so dear. 1 saw
Tortillard, who, when he met me bearing
the good God, went on his way, cap on
head and pipe in mouth-as proud as Luz
cifer-as if it were only dog he had met.
saw Coulan with his Zette, and Jacques,
and Pierre, and Toni
Terrified, white with fear, the congrc-
cation groaned as they pictured to them
selves, in wide open hell, one his father,
another his mother, another his grand
mother, his sister
"You know well, my brethren" con-
tinued the good Abbot Martin-'syou
know well that this cannot last. / have
charge of your souls, and 1 will, will
save you from the abyss whittier you are
plunging headlong. Tomorrow l shall
set myself to the task, no later than to-
morrow. And there will be no lack of
work! This is how shall arrange mat
tiers. In order that all may go well, all
must be done in order. We will proceed
row by row, as they do when they dance
ut Jonquieres.
Tomorrow, Monday, will confess the
nothing.
Tuesday, the children. shall soon
have finished.
"wednesday, the bigger boys and girls
That may be q long business.
Thursday, the men. We will cut it
short.
Friday, the women. should say NO
tales
Saturday, the millerl One day for
him all alone will not be too much.
sand if by Sunday we have finished we
shall be very lucky.
"You see, my children, when the corn
is ripe it must be cut, when the wine is
tapped it must be drunk. There is enough
of dirty linen here; it must be washed,
and well washed, too.
"This is the grace which 1 long for you
all. Amen .-- ..s>-- --.... -..--.-.-. v
What was said was done. The wash
proceeded forthwith.
Since that memorable Sunday the per-
fume of the virtues of Cucugnan has
spread for ten leagues round; and the
good pastor, NJ. Martin, happy and full
of cheerfulness, dreamed the other night
that, followed by his entire flock, he
climbed in Respondent procession the
starry path up to the heavens, amidst
lighted tapers, and clouds Of incense
which enveloped tie choisters as they
sang the TIE Qepm,-A. Daudet in Temple
Bar.